'with bruise marks and dents in the linoleum'

'with bruise marks and dents in the linoleum'

my last hour of freedom is upon me and an explosion of thought is bursting to come alive....

a desire for life as if death itself is approaching...

homemade goods and the good of being home...

chocolate chip cookies are heating while my mind spins.....into other worlds and revelations......

the fastest journey to outer space...because when the school bell rings I must be present.....

I have peddled my wares....like the wise business woman I have become.....secured a teaching job for another day in this week of bliss and will stand on the pavement with treats I have prepared from scratch......the dream life.....or so others will perceive from the gesture.....

when an author gives life to inanimate objects......my life it must be so much more than that...or can I only hope.....he describes the floor as suffering a bruise given by the large woman who sat continuously in a chair......amazing...and nothing short of genius.....as if words are the very gift of life.....reading must become an involuntary act... which is a necessity.......or death will visit you ......and as you lay lifeless on the bruised floor you become nothing....

an aroma now fills the air.....the warmth of the oven....the bruised floor and no one.....no one at all that can compare to the words that surround the day.....

*read Ray Bradbury's Death is a Lonely Business it will surely bring you back to life!

writing is a lonely business

writing is a lonely business

 

 

the hum of the power washer three houses away is my only companion today.....

the dog asleep....unstirred by the sound..

as i sit here and peddle my wares online to strangers.....i am lonely....and unplagued by thought....

so much that the emptiness is sickening....

the blank page awaits...but i have naught to offer..

unless of course Mr. Riordan seeks me to claim the life of one of his characters....i would accept...

muse.....under M in the yellow pages.....if not there.....then where....

how can i feel again...

bitter tasting hand without a pen....

empty and resound the loneliness surrounds.....

but wait the Archaeopteryx sleeps on a cot upstairs and now she has someone who seeks her.....

Ray Bradbury....the only one who seems to care at this moment if i am whole or break into pieces.....each word on the page....guidance....a cure for this day...

Battle of the Books: Ray Bradbury's Death is a Lonely Business vs. J.K. Rowling's The Casual Vacancy

Battle of the Books

If Rowling's, The Causal Vacancy and Bradbury's, Death is a Lonely Business had been jostled about on library cart, resulting in a literary dispute for comfort and some sort of battle ensued as to which book would claim victory and toss the other from the cart causing the defeated to fall under the forgotten shelves, and lie in some crevice in the corner of the vast library, choking to death on the dust and loneliness, because books are as viable as humans, for if they do not engage in touch and admiration, death is the result, I claim that the book that would make the voyage from cart back to its cataloged home would be Bradbury's.  Let me explain.  Perhaps I did not give Rowling's book the attention it deserves, but knowing there wasn't a connection between myself and the words on the page, I abandoned it almost immediately.  It was around page 12 that I no longer cared for it, and not because it lacked magic, but because it lacked literary magic, if you will, so I casually tossed it aside, and picked up Bradbury's book, which I cannot seem to put down, only to write this, for I am so very much inspired as a writer as well as a reader with the text.  Ten pages in and I am planning a funeral for The Vacancy,  I can literally assure you that the vacancy Rowling's book left on my desk has been filled.  How dare I bash her literary genius, for I only have one title, and self-published at that, under my belt to date.  I just feel compelled by such things as this and Bradbury has defeated Rowling in this battle. 

here is an answer i am providing for the woman who asked....what am i going to do today?! this is just one thing....blog about you!

I am ranting about the injustice I am constantly being served as a result of ignorance and uneducated mindfulness that is wrought on me more than the rare occasion calls for...

you see, you the mare has bred the disease into this world...and I have been plagued by its effects for nearly a decade perhaps more.....

how can it be in the year that is upon us that a creature that walks the earth with a vagina stands to oppress women in the manner you do with such ease....

I still maintain the hope, the absolute miracle, that if you shall pass into nothingness and nothing but the smallest of plaques nestled in a bed of dirt proves you existed lies before me, the heir to your castle of knick knacks will be freed from your wickedness...

hollywoodland...superman.....and ben affleck.......

I haven't been writing....


I've been reading....








is this news blog worthy....perhaps......




but I do recall seeing Ben Affleck being Superman...or just the man that played Superman....is that the same thing.....perhaps not....oh but he wore the cape and tights.....

because it is a wednesday i suppose......

what is it that calls on me to describe the nothingness that surrounds us all...

a sea of colors.....noises great and small....

i am but a scavenger in the land...

feasting on carcass and cleaning the floors...

spent a few minutes reflecting on this morning's commute....

The road less travelled....

make it your home....

stay its course, unless you have a desire to roam....

others flood the view

and obscure the point...

alone would you travel...perhaps...

unless you find others you want to accompany you

but the strangers and drones leave them behind

steer a better course one they are incapable of finding...

for this is your home....

the keeper of your heart....

and your mind...but that too, may wander...

freedom is not bound...carve a new road

in some forsaken ground.....and leave its natural beauty...let death take the others away...

and gift to you this day...